THE BEGGAR'S,8TORY. 56.

state. 1 never could get it fairly cleared up,
and all the better is it for me. If I had my
senses, then the things, of which I tell you
would make me unhappy but as it is, l am
contented. Icanseethe president’s son pass:
by in scorn, and feel sorry for him Ag
after ally I think it must give him more pain
than it does me. Poverty is a sad thing,
Mr. Parley, but there is something worse.”

“ And what is that?”

“ Selfishness,” said Simon; “that kind
of selfishness which makes a man forget how
others feel. 1 am poor. silly, as’ they call
me,—but still, I never forget what is gomg
on in the breasts of others. There are some
men so proud, so lofty, that they regard a
great part of their fellow-men as little as
we do worms and insects in our path. They
stride proudly on, thinking that if any one
+s crushed beneath their mighty tread, it is
because he gets in their way, and this is alt
they think or care about it. Now I am one
of those worms and I have often been trod
upon. I know the agony—the cruel agony
which attends such cases; and I therefore
feel for every human being who suffers. 1